I became a new woman last summer — I learned to drive a motorcycle! The hubs and I have been a one-car family for four years now, and although we weren’t ready to purchase a second vehicle, we were considering a motorized two-wheel option: mostly, a scooter. But in order to legally drive one on the streets of Houston, we needed to acquire our motorcycle endorsement. And really, learning to drive one has been on my life-skills list for a long time. Rather than just take the test at the DMV, I wanted a class that would give me a little experience. We signed up with a GREAT organization just north of the city. And I cannot believe that I went from not being able to sleep the night before because I was so nervous, to confidently riding on two wheels by the end of the second day.
It was a HOT weekend and over half of the class is spent out on the open “range” (a dance-club parking lot!). But I loved that I was able to think of nothing else except the task at hand. I had no “to-do” lists, grocery lists, future projects, or life worries running through my head – just slow, look, press, & roll! It was also quite the bonding exercise for B and I. It made us think that we might like to take other classes together. And really, it just secured our confidence that we’re even more prepared for the zombie apocalypse! (Basically what I’m saying is that Daryl and I are now BFFs.)
Speaking of confidence, I would recommend this class to ALL women. Ladies, I cannot think of anything more empowering that I’ve done. So really, for your next corporate retreat/team-building activity, you should suggest taking a motorcycle course!
My dreams of being a BadAss motorcycle babe might be on hold for a while, as I’m not sure my little scooter screams: Watch Out! But while I dream of owning a Bonneville or fixing up an old Honda, my Stella will have to suffice. And more than suffice it does! It’s the best way to get around the city… basically we should have done this a long time ago! Here we are cruising around town, down one of our favorite streets!
Ok Fall Allergies, you win! We made the absolute most of the insanely beautiful weather this weekend, but now I’m paying the price. I’m surrounded by a cloud of used tissues and my nose looks like Rudolph’s. I love fall, but fall in Texas makes me really work for it. Clearly that didn’t stop us from eating the most amazing food and taking a nice ride through the city.
And now onto the week. Hey October, I’m glad you’re here.
I love how designs can be reinterpreted, even 50+ years apart and from two different parts of the world. I would have never seen these two items together if it weren’t for the way I use Pinterest. I tend to “like” something first, then when I have time I’ll go through my likes and categorize, click through, or decide if I really want it on one of my boards. Well, these two gems ended up right next to each other in my likes, and well, I liked what I saw! I’d wear them both!
With the weather finally cooperating the hubs and I headed south to the Gulf Coast. Clearly this family likes the beach — even an old, stinky, puddle-brown one. The salt air is good for my soul. Mornings were spent drinking tea and reading from this book (a delightful gift from the hubs some years ago); I went for an unexpected long run by myself (who knew the sand was easier on my knees?!); and there was plenty of time for other things: eating like we had never tasted food, drawing out potential new tattoos, playing cards, swatting mosquitoes, and celebrating life with friends old and new.
With each visit to my childhood stomping grounds, B and I have an ever more serious conversation about having our own cabin. He is just ITCHING to design a beautiful, modern beach house. And this was the first cabin we’ve stayed it (and we’ve staying in a least 5 in the last 3 years!) that has been more up my alley interior-wise. It was a super-cute, clean and modern ikea-hacked cabin. (See the full cabin here.) This only added to our growing desire to put a permanent stamp on another property. But I think the best way to curb our real-estate appetite is to convince my mom and dad that they really want one and we’ll just come visit all the time!
Let’s all take a minute to deeply exhale… we made it through another summer! Fall is officially here today as the high was only 85. I love the metaphor my friend used — “the fever broke”.
It was an interesting and full summer and I’m glad I took a break from this space. But also, I missed it. And my sabbatical allowed me to miss it. While I was away I worked (and worked and worked) and spent a lot of time thinking (it’s kind of what I do) about everything that is life. I read books, watched movies, went on (not enough) walks, took a few photos, visited family and flexed other creative parts of my brain.
But I’m ready to be back…. so let’s do this internet!
I thought I would pop into this space to say life has happened and gotten in the way of my little electronic creative outlet (i.e. my blog). I’m trying to strike a balance and want to make sure I’m not ever posting anything because I feel compelled rather than because I want to. (I don’t know why I feel that pressure…it’s not like I make money doing this…) Anyway… I may not be in this space right now, but you can find me on Instagram. Happy Summer… I’ll be back soon!
The hubs snapped this last summer when we were in The DR. I want to go back!
A very dear friend text me this quote last week when I was having a brief existential crisis. I liked it so much I thought I would share it in this space, because surely I am not the only one that threw up her corn dog and cotton candy. And usually I’m snapping away during my weekend adventures, but this weekend my phone/camera stayed zipped away. The hubs is still studying (testing on Friday!) and so my sister came over to the big city so we could find her a new chair and a rug for her office. And if I was doubting it at all, summer is indeed here — hello humidity. I then finished out the longest day of the year by painting a little (and of course meditating)! On Sunday I read a hodge-podge of things and practiced my Adobe Illustrator skills and now it’s already the last week in June. Good grief.
For the month of June I’ve given myself a new challenge: meditation. I know it’s apparently all the rage these days, but it was last fall when my therapist recommended that I try it. Well I did…sort of. I was only practicing it very sporadically and at weird times. Needless to say it felt forced and like me trying to put ice on a pulled muscle rather than a preemptive conditioning for my muscles. Thus a proactive approach to my self-care has emerged.
Because meditation is hard, I thought I would build up my tolerance. So starting on June 1st, I meditated for 1 minute; and on June 2nd, 2 minutes. You see a pattern emerging. So today is June 20 and I’ll meditate for 20 minutes tonight before I hit the sack. Sitting for 30 minutes seems much more doable now because I know I can do 20 minutes.
I’ve learned 2 things since I’ve begun. First, I can actually sit and calm my mind, but it does indeed take practice and it’s (still) hard. Second, I do a lot better when meditating at night. I’ve tried at all times and places (hello bathroom, couch, floor, kitchen). But “success” has come to me when I turn out the lights, turn on the twinkle lights (or light a candle), sit on the floor (with a block) or on the Eames ottoman and cross my legs. In order to help get me calm I use an app — which I really like for background sounds and the fact that it has a really gentle alarm that lets you know when you’ve achieved your desired time.
I’ve really enjoyed my practice so far. But I think I would also like to try this “progressing” meditation while syncing up with my cycle. That way when when I hit day 30-ish full of cramps, bloating, rage, and other general PMS, I’ll be able to get centered and tackle the introspective beast that sometimes threatens to eat me alive.
The hubs and I continued to celebrate our 10th Anniversary with dinner at our new favorite restaurant, Sparrow Bar + Cookshop. I Suwannee! It was delicious…which doesn’t adequately describe it. But it wasn’t just the food; it was the entire experience. We enjoyed a perfectly paced 5-course meal (over 2 hours!) infused with curious combinations and unexpected epicurean creations and upon being seated our waiter brought us a bottle of champagne — a gift from two very-classy, thoughtful friends. I can’t wait to pay that one forward — what a fantastic surprise!
It seems like B is back in school again because he is spending so much time studying these days, but did you know in order to become a licensed architect it’s not enough to complete a degree you then have to take an exam for licensure. Oh — or S E V E N exams. He’s passed one already and has his second scheduled for two weeks, thus his nose being stuck in
a book his computer.
We continued celebration on Sunday with a quick lunch with my Pop. Good times.
And now on with the week…